Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.